There were 2 horses like the one above,stabled at Shenval and they were used to drag felled timber out of the forrest.I remember being lifted up onto the brown one`s back
by my father and being told to hang on tight to its black mane.It had a warm smell,and lumpy bones on its back and my legs were nearly out at right angles.My mother remembers the other horse,Betsy,the white one.
Willie Cooper ,the horseman kept it in the field in front of our house,on its days off and would collect it about tea-time and lead it up the side of our house towards the stable up the back near the wood.It always stopped to get a "piece".One day,Mum
was hanging out washing on the back green, when our neighbour,Mrs Cheyne came running to mum,"Quick Mrs Thomson,Betsy is going in your front door"The horse had got out of the field and was looking for her " piece".Mum went in the back door and found the front end of Betsy in the front hall. She had a terrible job persuading her to back out the door,flower pots got smashed and most of the front garden was wrecked.
Mrs Cheyne was doubled up with laughter.Mum got her own back on April 1st.Mrs Cheyne was hanging out her washing,Mum told her that Jackie the post,had left a great big parcel on her front step.They both raced round to the front and Mum shouted "April Fool,Mrs C!" Much swearing followed.

